I should give Summer a call.

- Call her. I'm leaving. - Anna, wait.

- Dad, don't call me a lady. - Hey, Mr. Cohen.

And the first thing you do is decide to call Summer?

What's that supposed to mean? And I call them "graphic novels."

Okay, what I can do, then, is call you from every hole. Cool?

- Thanks, you've been very helpful. - I'll call him and see where he is.

Hey, Dad. How are you doing? Six calls in two hours. That's a new record.